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I have spent the better part of the day reading this fantastic book, I couldn’t put it down! Angelique S. Anderson’s The Dragon Lady is a great mixture of intrigue, magic, technology and Victorian Era.

Like all my reviews I will try and not spoil the story.

The main character is Wylie, a stable-girl, honest and hardworking. I love this character, the perfect mix of drive and vulnerability. She is no Mary Sue, she is brilliant! Just can’t spoil the story, I so want to. It was a perfect mix of drama and action. The lore that Miss Anderson created, wow. So ingenious! Not only is the lore fantastic (you have to read it to find out), the moral undertone is even better. Right and wrong exist in a form, but you have to look at the big picture not the instant gratification of events.

Another praise for this book is the setting, now most might not understand the class system in England. It not as prominent today but during this time period, oh my golly gosh it was. The feel of this scheme sings in the book, made me think that did happen!

The last thing I would like to talk about is the steampunk and dragons, neither was used to browbeat you. They were a part of the story, not the shiny object. I will again commend Miss Anderson for this balance of ideas.

This book isn’t perfect, but the imperfection does not detract from the readability of the story. I would highly suggest this book! FIVE STARS!!!

Keep an eye out for the second in the series the Phoenix Lord, I’m going to pre-order mine now!

This was a great short story. The descriptions weren’t too complex but at the same time they weren’t the usual – I guess unique and intriguing is the best way to explain what I mean. There is a lot of mystery in the pages… At first there was just an unfamiliar captive, but I quickly got sucked into the story and found myself reading faster and faster as I became more invested in their outcome and eagerly sought out what happened next!

It has been a long time since I have read a story written in second person, and I will be honest and say that I was initially put off by this. However, it did not take long for the author to have me imaging that I was the main character, fully engaged in the story and anticipating what was to come. An enjoyable short story.

5.0 out of 5 stars Kayla. – very good read.

I found I was reading this book faster and faster. Great short story – held me right to the end. Could this be a prelim to a novel?

5.0 out of 5 stars Awesome little read

Great Short Story, well written and easy to read has you engaged with the character and her fate, the story is mysterious and leaves you wanting to know more.

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The black nylon straps feel tight around your petite body. The bonds are tight around your throat, forehead and chest. You are glad that they position the straps just underneath your breasts. It is pointless to struggle. Tight enough for immobility, but not enough to cut off your circulation.

For twenty-one thousand and ninety-four seconds, you have studied the room. The use of counting ensures a calm disposition, allowing the maximum cognition to assess your situation. The walls are soundproof, with no windows, and a poured concrete floor. Not even a two-way mirror like you would see in bad 80’s cop shows. Just a plain laminate table, with an office chair on the opposite side that screams institution, lit by a single overhead light. Mounted on the table are two globes with a wire trailing off like electric entrails. Gnawing on the rubberized mouth plug, you consider the relative freedom of your middle fingers, and the smooth button under each one.

As you analyse the surroundings for the twentieth time, you consider the quantum flow of the room is fixed to four points. The door, the light and the two upper corners adjacent to the door. Hidden cameras are a certainty, it will be considerably harder to conceive of a plan while being watched.

Something about this room makes you curious of their understanding of the FableLands. You feel disconnected from the parallel world of Fablelands where myth and legend run amok. Your Arc Leonardo doesn’t feel fully connected to you. Why can’t you tap into the other place? Was it the Government or one of the Corporations that have been pursuing your group?

For six hours since you regained self-awareness, these thoughts have been percolating in your mind. The full mantle of Leo is unavailable. There is a faint access to some of the Arc, but it feels tenuous at best. Just remember you are the Arc of this Age, embrace that belief.

The infiltration was flawless as it was your brother’s plan. Yet a mistake was made. Someone must have been watching you and your friends planning this task, but who? Unless there is a traitor within your group or your family. Either option seems to be silly.

With a grinding noise, the apparently reinforced door opens. The sound gives it away. Whoever has taken you, they have created a lot of safeguards. They must have a fledgeling understanding of yours and your friends’ powers.

A man in a grey pinstripe suit walks in before the heavy door cycles closed with a resounding boom. From his body language, you can see that there is a self-discipline of all things. Yet a single drop of sweat beading down his cheek does not escape your notice, and this betrays his inner emotional state. Apprehension.

He is a cleanly shaven Caucasian man with an expensive haircut and a scent of rich cologne. As he sits in front of you, in his right hand is a bulging file, which he places on the table in front of him.

“Hope you are comfortable, the restraints have to stay on. For your own protection.”

Last Saturday will go down in history as when Samuel Colbran was published, holidays will be created, songs will be sung and the people will celebrate in the streets about the success of this amazing man.,,,
Or I just published my first book.

I always thought it would have been my Journal of an Adventurer series be the first published but like all would be thoughts, it is not the case. After my pulling Lake Merrin ten days out before the print, there were still things that were planned and needed to happen. One was Supanova.

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Supanova was the best experience from one of the worst mistakes I could ever make. The weekend was fun, but there was a resounding depression that clouded my judgement on these days. I was supposed to be published. Seeing how crap the day was financial to many authors, I dodged a bullet, but I did learn a lot on how to be successful. So win, win.

After ‘Nova, I was depressed, nothing could be said what I should be doing. My book, Lake Merrin just was sitting there, and not much else. Nearly was thinking of quitting being an author. Then something happened!

A fellow author was joining a panel for a local seminar, Writers Block. I thought why the heck not! So I went along, the main chat is how to be traditionally published, which I really don’t care about. No person will ever, ever tell me that my vision needs to change for the marketplace! Suggest, yes, but this is my creative baby, and I will fight tooth and nail to make it live!

Back to the the Block, great speakers learned a great deal. Then Nick Earls hopped up and started to talk. He has a PhD in literary and his thesis was Novellas. He has produced some top notch work, and I thought to myself, that can be done. A short story, those are some ideas I can work with.

Then I talked to Nick, and he opened a Pandora’s box of creativity! I told him about this idea that has been bubbling around in my head. The YA book. Then he said something to me that change my path, why not publish each one separately and then at the end bring them together as a bundle. Oh, my trucking truck! What a brilliant idea!

So I did, sat down, wrote Kayla: Genius in a couple of days, edited it, commissioned an artist, Julia, to do the cover and two weeks later published it on Kindle!

So I am published and will be releasing each of the six parts over the next few months.

The black nylon straps feel tight around your petite body. The bonds are tight around your throat, forehead and chest. You are glad that they position the straps just underneath your breasts. It is pointless to struggle. Tight enough for immobility, but not enough to cut off your circulation.

My vessel Briana struggled fiercely against the chains that bound her hands and feet, feeling the metal digging into her skin. She wonders what went wrong? The plan was flawless, so, there must be another hand involved. If she just held our shining sword, she could free herself.

Ciro: Founder

Where do they think I am going? There is no need for restraints. Such a waste of energy. I can see that it is a standard interrogation room without the two-way mirror. If I were designing it, there would be at least two cameras in the corners.